Writing by Giovanni Nitis

He had warned her about the book. Now it was to late. Vines started to grow from the spine of the book. The vines wrapped her up like a spider preserving its prey. The vines grew tighter and tighter, as the vines slowly and viciously sucked her into the book. The book slammed shut. And she didn't even notice because she was fast asleep. And all that was left was an old thick brown book in an empty bed in empty room...